(Two)(Kids)

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Two kids met on the worst week of the worst

year of their lives. She said “I’ve been burned by

other guys …over and over no matter what I try.”

He said, “How about this for a timeline? 1985 I was

born …and 2005 was the year my heart died.” And he

gave up, just a living room creature content with

safe drugs. And she gave up, just a living room creature

content reading about her friends in love. That first

drink, strong and slick…and the first time he told her

everything…about his cheating heart and the way

he broke his back holding up his fake face. And he

told her about Marlboro reds in the passenger seat

of his old SUV… how he’d sit there hoping to cough

up a vital organ just to see something important at

work. She told him everything …about the baseball

bat her old man kept in the trunk …how he’d look

for a rumble whenever he’d get drunk. And how she

was on the wrong end of long nights in her town. She

left, found the city…never turned around. Hours pass

with the feet of a runner …just two kids trapped in

two lonely summers.

Pieces add to pieces and lovers become lovers.

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